It's so sad,
what we have become.
Masking our hearts,
shielding them away.
Keeping them locked up in little rooms,
hoping they don't get hurt, broken.
we still expect someone to come find our hearts.
Hoping someone will come break down those walls,
bringing love and warmth.
But there is still the doubt,
someone will come and tear it into piece's.
Why should I be happy?